She had watched him, quietly confused about what he was doing. Finally she followed him from his duffle bag to the bathroom. By the time she pieced all of his intentions together, she realized he completely missed what [i]her[/i] intentions were. She looked down at the syringe on the desk/table. yes, she was sure that would be plenty for her experiments but...she imagined dosing herself through her veins, or sucking on the needle....no, she didn't want to do it that way.

As he was going to withdraw his hand from the syringe, she grabbed it lightly. "Thank you...I appreciate that you are so willing to do that...but if your blood is the cure...that's not how I want to end my vampire days.' she looked up at him, "I was hoping to be a bit more intimate...I've lived many years by not feeding enough to kill someone...but if it makes you feel better, I will drink another packet. I wouldn't mind, really." she paused for a moment, "you can even have some reassurance in hand...if you need it..." she said the last part quietly. He had said he trusted her...she had refused to bite him even when she was on the edge of her mind...so, she personally hoped hee wouldn't feel like he needed that much to feel safe with her...but she left it as an option anyways..